Moments

We will be forgotten.  The things we accomplished will in large part be forgotten.  When the sands of time blow over us, all we considered important can be buried with us.  Who will remember and who will care?  But God has made a way for remembrance.  He knows we can forget so easily.  By our very nature, we are prone to forget.  If it were not so, God would not have left us instructions in remembrance by which we may shape the future from the lessons and accomplishments of the past.   What are our holidays but acts of remembrance?   And, in the Bible, there are numerous calls to remembrance.  For instance, the Passover, remembering how the death angel passed over the houses of the Hebrews, and they were freed from bondage. Another instance is the memorial of stones the Hebrews made after crossing the Jordan, and Jacob's stone at Bethel, after the ladder dream. Jacob set up a stone pillar and poured oil it as a memorial of God'...

  Today, I was tired and for the most part stayed in a somewhat darkened house.  Numerous things were tried to make me feel better, to be more motivated, less lethargic, more hopeful, and less apathetic.  Foods and sleeping didn't seem to do much but consume time and bloat me. I am going outside.  The sun is shining, and it is still and hot. Hope lights up. I start moving.  I am splitting wood, breathing harder.   There is a feeling of  alive coming awake within me.  This is supposed to be my post-treatment bad crash day and it had been until I started moving and coming awake under the sun.   Life can be like the crash day, dark, lethargic, with fallen hopes.  But the Son is the Light, the Light of the world, and when we walk with Him, we will not walk in darkness but under the Light of the Lord.  To find the true Light, we must go outside of ourselves, outside of the darkness our limited vision that our small world has cr...

  DOWN THE RIVER WITHOUT A LIGHT   This is a piece I wrote many, many years ago, immediately after the experience described within this passage.      I tried to stay down the river tonight, but the mosquitoes ran me off.   All I had for a light was a flashlight with fast-fading batteries.   They faded completely.   I had to come about seven or eight uninhabited miles over a low river, full of snags, sandbars, and rock piles.   Surprisingly, I navigated the river blindly without hitting one log, rock, or sandbar.   Feeling my way up the river in the blackness, I had to trust to luck; no, not really luck.   Somewhere, something guided me.   I was surprised when huge logs would go brushing by, missing the boat by only a few feet.   Time and time again, I narrowly missed something I could not see.    Quite a scary thrill it is, coming up the river without a light, trusting only to faith.   Then again, wh...